Oh the things we take for granted. Something as simple as walking. Putting one foot in front of the other. What could be less in the forefront of our consciousness most of our waking days?
This is one of the last images of me walking around on two feet. It was our last weekend in Malaysia, and the miles long stretch of the deserted government city of Putrajaya was the place for this moody shot. If it was meant to be ominous, I wasn't paying attention. Like I wasn't paying attention to those two feet propelling me down the cobblestone street.
I've been pogo-ing around on crutches for the last few months, and paying an awful lot of attention to my recovering foot, but yesterday I got the all-clear from the Doc to start putting some weight on my leg and taking the first baby steps towards walking again.
Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got til it's gone?
How MANY things in our lives could we say the same thing about?
We don't get to choose the events that make us stand up and pay attention to the little things, or to stop and smell the roses; we just get to choose whether we heed the call.